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Makita ([personal profile] runmakitarun) wrote2007-08-06 05:32 am
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Into the storm

As the last of the team files through the door Makita closes it firmly behind herself and leads the way over to the window. Down in the square below twelve people move purposefully through the snow.

The six women are mostly unremarkable. One stands out as being exceptionally tall, one is short enough to almost look like a child, and hair of various colors and lenghts and styles can be seen escaping from their warm hats. The six men, however, stand out. The smallest is six and a half feet tall and looks to weigh at least 270 pounds. All twelve of them move with the smooth grace of practiced killers.

Makita doesn't bother whispering as she points them out, "See how they move in pairs? Each sorceress has her Guardsman a few paces behind her. You can see that even in a group they're thinking in twos. When we hit them, I want us to concentrate on splitting as many pairs as we can. They operate much less efficiently when their teams are broken up."

"There's another square like this a few blocks down. If they're headed of our HQ, then they'll have to go through it. If we move fast we can get there first and set up." She shoulders her rifle and looks at her team again, "Let's keep it fast and quiet."

So saying, Makita leads the way out the door, heading toward the rear fire escape for the building.
slayer_fray: (huh?)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-08-06 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right."

Mel feels the need for no other words, and follows Makita closely, hands free and swinging.

She might not look like she's trying to be quiet or sneaky or anything other than out for a stroll, but her movements are silent anyway. It's just instinct.
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[personal profile] twiststheblade 2007-08-06 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Miho doesn't feel the need for any words at all.

She swings a little away from the group - all the better to get the job done. She's not used to working with more than maybe one or two people - she's more effective on her own. Besides, she's been here before - even if she didn't come up against anything like this.

She tugs her scarf down below her mouth - she's going to need as much air as she can get, freezing cold or not. She's bare-headed, not wanting to lose any of her peripheral vision. She's just as quiet as Mel, the only noise from her the slight and inevitable crunch of snow underneath the corrugated soles of thick boots. Her face is a blank mask - but her eyes are bright. This? Is going to be fun.

[identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com 2007-08-06 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Goldy wonders why she can't set up here. She has a clean shot at every single one of the enemies. However, she defers to Makita's strategic knowledge of the area and assumes the next location must have better vantage points. So the instructions are given a nod of understanding, and she follows along.

"Holy fuck, it's cold," she utters through teeth already gritted against the bitter wind. Suddenly Steph's mothering doesn't seem quite so annoying. She pulls out a chapstick and applies it liberally as she walks.

[identity profile] dead-comrade.livejournal.com 2007-08-06 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Add another to the more effective on their own category, although Krauser's happy to play along. He's not antisocial. It's societies he has problems with.

He's also got nothing to contribute right now besides I'm just going to follow along quietly and not give us away. Makita's world, her plan; at least, unless the situation changes.
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[personal profile] song_tra_bong 2007-08-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Mary Anne tugs her ski cap a little lower down around her ears. She shoulders her rifle, then starts checking her knives in their sheathes as she walks.

The last thing she needs is for the cold to make one of the blades stick when she really needs it.

[identity profile] runmakitarun.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Makita leads the way out through a glassless window frame onto the iron fire escape. "We'll need to hit them from two directions. Some of us should probably set up on a balcony overlooking the street, and the rest of us on the ground. There's some good cover near the old hotel."

She glances back over her shoulder seeing if anyone volunteers for one position or the other.

[identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Goldy responds first, as her role dictates the most obvious positional choice.

"I will take a balcony." She shrugs noncommittally. "Or a rooftop, if there are any still intact."
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[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-08-07 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Mel, following 'Kita closely, glances over at the others before she pulls out her skaterug from her back pocket and turns back, brandishing it like a rolled up newspaper.

"Guess who brought transport?"
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[personal profile] twiststheblade 2007-08-07 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Miho hasn't even contemplated the option of not being on the ground. She's not a sniper. Besides, this is the sort of terrain she works best with.

She gives Makita a look, then makes an expansive gesture with her left arm, before slipping silently off the edge of the fire escape, and scaling down the wall.

She'll circle around and hit them from the other side. Just, keep out of her way.

[identity profile] dead-comrade.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
All right. Krauser's going to stick with the group, for now, find out what everyone else has in mind.

He does volunteer, "I can take a roof."

He likes heights.
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[personal profile] song_tra_bong 2007-08-08 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Much as I like the whole 'death from above' mentality, I think I'm going to keep my feet on the ground for this one," Mary Anne says.

She tightens the rifle strap over her shoulder, then climbs down the fire escape. She follows Miho's lead initially, but splits off from her at the crumbled wall.

[identity profile] runmakitarun.livejournal.com 2007-08-08 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Makita simply tosses herself over the railing and drops to catch the metal bars of the landing below her, then drops again to land on the ground at the bottom of the stairs. It's a practiced sort of motion.

Then she leads the way across the thick snow, following a course parallel to the one the Reds were following. Eventually she pulls up short. "About three blocks ahead there's a major intersection. You'll know it's the right one because it's got a shattered fountain in the center. We'll catch the Reds as they come through there." She nods at Goldy, "The entire intersection is surrounded by good sniping spots. Take your pick, and your first shot will be the signal for everyone to move in."

"Everyone else? You're here because you know how to handle yourselves. I'm guessing we've got maybe ten minutes before the Reds arrive. You've got that long to set up whatever you're setting up. Remember to wait for Goldy's shot. Once we hit them try to stay in touch by comm."

"It's possible we won't get them all at first, and they may scatter. Don't lose contact with them. In this snow they'll be hard to find again. If we get separated, meet up back at the plaza where we're headed now."

"Let's go then." She turns and starts moving.
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[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-08-08 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Mel shakes out her skaterug and leaps on it agiley. After spending a couple of seconds trying it against the winds, she smirks, crouches down and then shoots vertically up into the snow, disappearing entirely from view.

She'll find her friends later.
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[personal profile] twiststheblade 2007-08-08 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Miho nods, and takes off smoothly, her usual urban lope - as much off the ground as on it, and rarely in view for long enough for her shape to be identified as more than just another shadow. She gains the crumbled top of a wall - probably the external wall of a ruined building, but it's hard to tell in this snow - and trots lightly along it, silhouetted for a moment against the sky. Then, she drops off behind the wall, and is lost from view. She's making her way around the group of Reds, and she'll pick her moment to strike - not quite yet.

[identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com 2007-08-08 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Bringing up the rear, Goldy descends the fire escape in a more traditional and sedate manner. She's not as agile as some of the others, and she's encumbered by a gun that is at least as bulky as a B.A.R. Once at ground level, she acknowledges Makita's further instructions with a thumbs up, then, as they move out, she tugs her scarf up over her mouth and puts on a pair of ski goggles.

The blizzard is even more unforgiving now that they are in the open. The wind bites at exposed skin with icy fangs and never lets go. Snow squalls around fiercely, as much being whipped up from the ground as is falling from the dark gray skies above. It's not quite a white-out in terms of visibility, but it's close.

While three of the group splinter off, Goldy continues to travel with Makita and Krauser, squinting around and ahead, keeping a feel for the immediate surroundings in case they are compromised before they reach their destination.

[identity profile] dead-comrade.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll make a few places inhospitable." Krauser looks up at the rooftops, gauging visibility. "I can take a position opposite yours, fire after people start taking cover from you."

Crossfire? Fun, when you're not the one in it.

"Two shots, maybe three, and then I'll be busy herding with everyone else below." It means she'll be the only target up there, but at least he'll have helped divert counter fire first.

[identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Snns gnd..." is the Fable's first muffled reply to Krauser.

Reluctantly, she then removes the scarf from her mouth and tries again.

"Sounds good," she puffs.

The conditions are harsh. The snow-covered rubble-strewn streets are not the easiest to negotiate. And the pace is quick, somewhere between a forced march and a jog-trot. As a result, Goldy is laboring a bit.
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[personal profile] song_tra_bong 2007-08-10 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Mary Anne's not used to fighting in the cold, but her gear (courtesy of Bar) is good and the movement keeps her warm. She keeps along the bottom of the wall, using debris as cover.

Between more debris and piled snow, she keeps out of sight fairly well until she gets to the square. Taking a quick assessment of the ground, she circles around to the left. A hunk of broken statuary--once atop the building behind her, now lying in front of it heaped with snow--provides a good spot to hunker down and wait. She checks her guns and gear, then settles in to wait.

[identity profile] runmakitarun.livejournal.com 2007-08-14 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Everyone one Makita has brought with her is someone she considers competent enough to handle themselves. She doesn't bother checking up on the locations they choose for the ambush, she just finds her own.

The only rifle she's got with her is her RKG, and it's just not going to cut it against what they're up against. If she's going to be forced to pistols, she'll need to be close. Her eyes flicker around the snow-covered square trying to find the piece of cover near enough to engage from.

Ah, there. A burned out krawl sits in the roadway. It wasn't here last time she was in the area, but it makes a great place to hide. Makita climbs up the side and pulls herself into the hole where the hatch should be. The krawl has been open long enough to have plenty of snow in it, but Makita can deal with that.
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[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-08-14 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Mel thought this place was cold on the ground.

Her world, right now is white, damp and freezing as she speeds through the snow, occasionally dropping a few feet to make sure she's heading in the right direction. Being the only one no on foot, she makes the spot first, and hovers in place away from all of them, turning circles to keep warm, her hands tucked under her arms, one holding a grenade tightly.
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[personal profile] twiststheblade 2007-08-15 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Miho, likewise, chooses her spot with care. She'll be fighting hand-to-hand, so she doesn't choose a good vantage point, opting instead to melt into an almost-black shadow at the base of a crumbling building. She stands lightly on the balls of her feet, bouncing a little to stay warm, hands tucked for now deep into fur-lined pockets. She'll be not good to anyone if her fingers are so cold she can't hold a sword.

[identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com 2007-08-15 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Upon their arrival at the ambush plaza, Goldy surveys the scene and quickly picks out the balconied building Makita had spoken of. It looks adequate—not structurally sound per se, but less artillery-ravaged and derelict than some of the other buildings around—so she heads for it, bent almost double now in her fight against the cruel elements.

"By my reckoning we've still got a few minutes," she tells Krauser before they split up. "Get a few mines down. Ideally, covering the entrances to the side streets. Eliminate some of their escape routes. I'll let them get well into the square before I fire, so the other girls can cut off their retreat."

And with that, she disappears through a twisted door frame into the half-darkness of her assigned building.

By way of a surviving stairwell, she ascends to the fourth floor and starts setting up shop. Down goes her bag of equipment. Out comes the bi-pod near the muzzle of the rifle. And soon enough she's lying diagonally across the snow-blanketed balcony, locked, loaded and sighting in through one of the gaps between the concrete balusters.

[identity profile] dead-comrade.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
If he weren't already in working mode, he'd smile at being given orders; but right now, getting set up and in position by the time anyone's here is more important.

Time's an investment. He moves through the snow like no human can, jumping into sheltered areas and climbing along them to a better point to leap again. He makes a few pieces of cover into rather more unwelcoming places than they look, then moves to rig the nearest ways out.

Once that's done, he goes around and up, climbing and jumping until he's on the rooftop opposite Goldy. He stays low and out of sight getting into position.

It's not the most stable rooftop he's ever been on, but he's confident it won't be in danger of falling until it's been hit a few times. . . and by then, he'll be down in the street anyway.
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[personal profile] song_tra_bong 2007-08-17 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Mary Anne makes a mental note of the others' rough location. She hunkers a little deeper behind her cover, staying as still as she can. Now and again, she moves just enough to keep the blood flowing in her limbs.

Snow gathers in a thin layer over her hat and coat. She waits.

[identity profile] theredstars.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
For long minutes the the howling wind is the only sound that can be heard. Snow flurries across the frozen ground shifting the lay of the terrain as piles of snow slowly drift down the street.

Before the cold can truly set in, a huge man in full combat gear ghosts into the courtyard. He's over six and a half feet tall and weighs closer to three hundred pounds than two hundred. He's wearing heavy combat armor and the hailer hooked to his arm swings back and forth as his eyes scan the street from beneath his helmet.

Not far behind him, a rather unprepossessing woman steps out of the obscuring snow. Her hair, where it escapes her fur hat, is dark, and her eyes glow a luminescent white visible from across the plaza. She appears unarmed, but she has a way of moving that belies her harmless appearance. Her steps are precise as she steps up behind the tall man and places a hand on his arm. He shifts his weight slightly, but doesn't stop scanning for threats.

Five more pairs of very large men and variously sized women join the first two at the edge of the courtyard. They recognize it as good ambush ground, and even though they know they should be alone they're careful. Eventually, though, the group seems satisfied that all is clear and they spread out and begin moving again, heading across the center of the plaza.

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